Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's true, Jed.
Well, all you're makin' is a puddle.
Who?
Oh, quite a spell, Ellie.
He's kind of bold.
He just can't get his mind on business.
Jethro, get a move on.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon who is already pale and sick with grief.
Yeah.
Viacom.
Just where do you think you are?
What are you all doing?
I believe that's Rome.
There was this here puddle.
He better be turned over every now and then.
Hey, relax.
That's my doctor's bag.
This is England.
Gee, what happened?
I wouldn't pound that jug if I was you.
The Royal Nutmere was showing us the white cliffs of Oakland.
Say what?
Look, it's almost dinner time.
If you stay here, you have nothing to declare.
We're on our way to London now!
They left the plane in San Francisco.
Oh, you want us to come along?
Well, yes, but you see, he's been laid to rest.